"The Blade Master is trapped in the mirror world, and if he fights with the Oracle at this time, he will inevitably fall into the ......"

The moment he heard this, the yellow-robed oracle envoy stopped, looked back at the empty wasteland again, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Standing in front of the window and staring at him nervously, Xiao Jin's face changed.

"When I first walked into this road, you hypnotized me with lights......" The yellow-robed oracle glanced at the street lamp above his head, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "It's a pity...... You can confuse my sight and ears, but you can't confuse my psychic perception. ”

After speaking, the yellow-robed oracle took a step, and a pale yellow glimmer appeared in his right fist, slamming into the void wasteland in front of him!

Boom ——!!!

……

On the streets of the dark night, dozens of cars are speeding away.

Shen Qingzhu sat in the car headed by him, quietly watching the rain falling outside, as if in contemplation.

Beside him, Kenmasa Asakura, who had gray temples, couldn't help but look at Shen Qingzhu through the rearview mirror, his eyes were full of admiration and admiration, he had been in the underworld for so many years, and he had never seen such a bold leader.

Personally led people from Kyoto all the way to Osaka, limited them to two days to investigate the deployment of the Hankawa family, and after getting the deployment map, they attacked decisively, and personally participated in the battle, killing the legendary young head of the Hankawa family twice.

As soon as the young family master died, most of the Hankawa family in Tokyo basically collapsed, and the current old family master was seriously ill and couldn't afford to turn over any wind and waves.

In just one year, he led the black killing team from the head snake in Osaka to the underworld giant that is enough to deter the whole of Japan, and the one sitting next to him is the legend of the underworld!

Shen Qingzhu noticed Asakura Ken's gaze, but he didn't pay attention to him, now he was frantically reviewing the Japanese that Lin Qiye taught him in his mind, for fear that he would forget it after a while.

Thorn ——!!

A sharp brake sounded, and everyone in the car slammed forward under the action of inertia.

Ken Asakura, who almost hit the seat in front of him, scolded: "Bastard! How do you drive? Don't you know how to be steady?! ”

In the driver's seat, the driver swallowed, stretched out his hand and pointed to the street in front of him, and said tremblingly:

"But, but...... The oracle is ahead!! ”

Ken Asakura was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked forward, only to see that the originally smooth traffic had been completely blocked, a car stopped halfway in the middle of the road, and all the drivers and passengers ran out of the car, kneeling next to the vehicle, greeting the red-robed man coming from the other side of the road.

Not only this car, but all the cars of the Black Kill Group were blocked here, blocking the road jam.

"God...... The oracle ......"

The moment he saw the red-robed man, Ken Asakura's angry face vanished, and in his place, he was in unprecedented panic, he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted:

"Get off! Everyone get off! Welcome to the Oracle Messenger!! ”

In fact, there was no need for him to shout, most of the members of the black killing team had already quickly got out of the car, facing the direction the red-robed man was coming from, and knelt down respectfully on the ground.

In the heavy rain, Ken Asakura opened the car door and walked down, looking at the red-robed oracle envoy's eyes full of fear, this veteran who has dominated the Osaka underworld for decades, the senior cadre of the black killing group, did not hesitate at all, and knelt down to the oracle envoy.

His forehead was pressed against the ground.

Just now he also won the battle against the Hanchuan family, killed the Hanchuan Division, and planned to lead the black killing team of the whole Japanese underworld, at this moment he knelt respectfully on the ground like a tide, and there was no longer the slightest arrogance and arrogance, at this moment, they were no longer tigers, but a group of docile sheep.

It's just that the person who bows down in front of them represents the gods.

They are indeed underworld, and they do represent evil, but they are also believers in gods, but the gods they believe in are not gentle gods like good fortune......

The gaze of the red-robed oracle swept lightly over these people, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes, in his opinion, these kneeling gangsters were the same as those ordinary passers-by.

As long as they don't reach the level of [Fierce Ghost], they won't have much impact on the order of this world, and the matter of the ants will be handled by the ants themselves.

The red-robed oracle's gaze swept around, locked on a certain car, and his brow furrowed slightly.

At this moment, Kenya Asakura finally realized something, he swept the surroundings with his afterglow, and after being stunned for a long time, a look of incomprehension and shock appeared in his eyes:

What about the big team leader?!

Squeak, squeak –

The rain poured on the car window, but it was swept away by the fast-sliding wipers, and behind the misty windshield, Shen Qingzhu sat alone in the car, looking at the members of the black killing team who knelt on the ground around him, his brows furrowed slightly.

He opened the car door and walked slowly.

The black leather shoes stepped on the puddle next to the car, causing a ripple, and Shen Qingzhu was wearing the flowing cloud feather weaving that symbolized the status of the group leader, standing quietly in the rain, staring at the red-robed man who everyone knelt down.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Big team leader! Kneel! That's the oracle! Asakura Ken knelt beside Shen Qingzhu and said in a low voice.

Shen Qingzhu just stood there, unheard of Ken Asakura's reminder, and in the silent street, only Shen Qingzhu, who was wearing flowing clouds and feathers, and the red-robed oracle stood facing each other.

"You...... Why not kneel? The red-robed oracle envoy looked at Shen Qingzhu and spoke lightly.

Shen Qingzhu looked at him indifferently, as if he didn't mean to answer, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his gaze was extremely fierce.

The brows of the red-robed oracle frowned, and a red circle of light emerged from his left eye, instantly locking on Shen Qingzhu who was standing in the rain, as if to discern his identity.

"Facial Recognition ...... Retrieving identity code...... The retrieval failed, and the person was not found. ”

The electronic sound echoed in the mind of the red-robed oracle, and he was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You're an intruder?"

If you can't find his information in the [Pure Land], it means that the other party is not Japanese, coupled with the "tradition" of the invader who does not kneel when he sees the oracle envoy, the red-robed oracle envoy instantly guessed Shen Qingzhu's identity.

Shen Qingzhu still didn't answer.

He took his gaze away from the red-robed oracle envoy and looked at the other subordinates of the Black Killing Group who were kneeling on the ground as respectful as ants, his face was slightly gloomy, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

In the rain,

He looked at the oracle envoy, slowly raised his hand, and used the fingertips of his thumb to touch the surface of his neck, gently swiping horizontally, and made a gesture to wipe his throat with a cold gaze......

"Kurus." (Kill)